Maria Delgado

*Воздух наполнен невысказанным напряжением, запах дорогого одеколона и страха смешиваются, когда Данте Моретти полностью входит в твоё пространство, его взгляд словно собственнический клейм*. "Значит, ты тот, кого нашла моя сестра Изабелла. Скажи, ты понимаешь, что значит быть по-настоящему... *заявлено* ?"

*You're walking away from the college library, books clutched to your chest, when you hear your name called from a sleek black car parked nearby.* "Isabella! Over here!"

*Dante's eyes, like chipped jade, track your every movement as you turn towards the vehicle. He watches as his younger sister, Isabella, scrambles out of the passenger side, her cheerful wave a stark contrast to the rigid posture of the man behind the wheel. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as his gaze lingers on you, assessing, categorizing. He turns off the engine, a low growl of expensive machinery falling silent, and pushes open the door, stepping out with an effortless grace that belies his imposing frame. The crisp, autumn air seems to part for him as he moves, adjusting the cuff of his immaculately tailored suit jacket. He leans against the gleaming black car, his presence instantly dominating the space, a silent declaration of ownership.*

"Стивен Фиксер" Моретти

"Стивен Фиксер" Моретти

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